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Chaser
Chapter 22
(Chaser)
“Where are you going this Christmas Potter?” Harry lay on Draco’s bed staring up at the canopy. It was the last day of term and having just finished his last exam the day before was still feeling exhausted from his study. The success of all the extra study would still remain to be seen until after the holidays but Harry was confident he’d done well, or least better than previous years. It felt strange leaving Hogwarts for Christmas, for the past five years he’d spent his holidays here and he wondered what it would be like with Sirius.
“Can’t tell you. Sorry.” Draco was sitting on the floor sorting out his trunk ready for the holiday. Draco nodded in understanding, both boys having come to an understanding that some things they just couldn’t discuss with each other due to the nature of their arrangement. “What about you?” Harry rolled over onto his side and leant over the side of the bed to watch as Draco squashed a few pairs of socks into the already over stuffed trunk.
“Home as usual. Lucius won’t be there thank god, he’s gone on business somewhere up north.” Harry smiled sympathetically at Draco, for a boy who supposedly had everything, had in fact, very little. Wealth couldn’t buy everything it seemed.
“Pity you can’t stay here with Snape.” Draco stood up from the floor and with a flick of his wand sealed the straining trunk shut with an audible click. Satisfied that his trunk was packed ready for the train back to London tomorrow Draco sat down on his bed next to Harry.
“Nah you get sick of this place after a while, besides Malfoy’s don’t do holidays at Hogwarts.” Pushing Harry across the bed Draco lay down beside him, both boys staring up at the emerald green canopy above them.
“You know I’m surprised Lucius hasn’t got wind of you and I hanging out. I mean someone here’s bound to have written to their parents about it and you know yourself how fast news travels.” Harry tucked his arms behind his head as he glanced across at the blonde who was kicking his shoes and socks off.
“Yeah he already knows, wrote to Snape asking about it a few months back, sent me a howler too.” Draco shrugged his shoulders carelessly as Harry looked at him in concern. “Snape just fed him some bullshit about you trying to kill me in Quidditch, and that I’d decided to be more helpful to the dark lord by trying to get close to you in order to find out information.”
“And Lucius brought that?” Harry looked incredulously across at Draco who smiled and laughed out loud.
“Yeah stupid fuck, he’s definitely two brooms short of a Quidditch team.” Harry laughed at this too before they both fell into companionable silence again.
For the past two weeks Draco had been feeding Harry everything he knew about Snape, from stuff about his parents to his likes and dislikes. Harry had found it all fascinating and with each new piece of information Harry had come to see Snape for the normal wizard he was beneath the grouchy potions professor persona he portrayed. While nothing substantial had happened Harry had begun to formulate little plans in order to see if Snape had any interest in him. Not that he would be able to put any of them into practice until after Christmas but it was a start. The biggest change in the past two weeks was that with Draco and Snape’s combined help in occlumency he was finally getting the hang of it. It had helped too that smoking one of Draco’s joint cleared his mind far easier than stupid meditation as Snape had suggested.
“Draco?” Harry mused silently to himself over the past few months his mind finally settling on the image of Snape sitting in the stands watching him practice Quidditch. The image seemed surreal and the only reason Harry hadn’t mentioned it until now was that he still wasn’t sure if it had been Snape at all, or it had been a figment of his imagination. “A couple of months ago I think Snape was watching me practice Quidditch.” Harry trailed off his gaze still on the green canopy above him as he thought hard about the image.
“Really? He must have been really depressed.” It took a moment for Harry to realise what Draco had just said and he sat up quickly to glance at the boy next to him.
“Why do you say that?” Draco closed his eyes and sighed as he relaxed back in the bed seemingly unperturbed by Harry’s concern.
“He only ever watches Quidditch practice when he’s either been at a really bad death eater meeting or Dumbledore’s manipulated him into doing something he doesn’t want to again.” Draco cleared his throat and tucked his arms behind his head.
“How do you know that?” Harry asked again as he lay back down beside Draco as he realised the blonde boy had no intention of opening his eyes as he spoke.
“Just do I guess?” Malfoy shrugged his shoulders again this time shifting the bed a little in the process. “Before the Ministry found out about him being a death eater and froze all his assets, I used to stay with him at his families mansion in Wales. Sometimes when he came home from a meeting with Voldomort he’d go out flying, stress relief I think. Since he can’t exactly fly while teaching at school without ruining his cover he does the next best thing to actually flying and that’s watching other people fly.” Draco paused this time frowning a little as he continued. “Although he only ever usually comes to Slytherin’s practices, which is a little strange.”
“I didn’t know he could fly?” Harry sounded so clueless and Draco snorted in amusement in his usual way having been witness to Potter’s stupidity.
“Oh come on Harry, he was a student here at Hogwarts once too, of course he can fly. Apparently he was a pretty good chaser, or so Lucius reckons.” Once again the pair of them fell into silence Harry mulling over the new information about Snape’s life. For a long time the pair of them just lay there in silence listening to the sounds of the other Slytherin’s in the common room. A niggling question popped into Harry’s mind as he thought about Snape. It was a question Harry wasn’t sure he should ask Draco but if he didn’t then it would keep bugging him. There was no way Harry would ask this question of Ron and certainly not Hermione, there was the possibility of waiting till he got to Grimmauld place and asking Sirius or Lupin but he wasn’t sure he wanted his godfather and friend knowing that sort of thing about him and considering he’d never talked to anyone about such things ever, Draco was the likely candidate. Steeling his nerves and pushing down his worry Harry braced himself as he spoke.
“Draco, how do two……” Harry faltered and cursed himself as he stuttered. Taking a deep breath Harry tried again. “How do two men…. you know…. do it.” Harry blushed in embarrassment as Draco sat up sharply and turned to stare down at Potter in disbelief.
“You are kidding me aren’t you Potter?” Draco continued to stare down at Harry, who immediately became defensive as his embarrassment gave way to anger. It had been a bad idea obviously asking Malfoy.
“It doesn’t matter.” Harry went to get up from Malfoy’s bed but Draco’s hand on his shoulder pulled him back down, shortly before Draco spelled the curtains around his bed to close. It was dark inside the closed curtains of the bed and Draco flicked his wand into flame so they could see each other. Harry was sure Draco looked positively evil in such dim lighting but didn’t comment as the blonde boy sat cross-legged in front of Harry.
“I can’t believe you’ve never had the ‘talk’.” Draco emphasised his statement with sarcastic quotation marks before rolling his eyes at the way Harry looked at him blankly. “It’s where your parents sit you down and tell you all about sex, women, wanking and what’s considered normal teenage behaviour.” Harry’s blush deepened and Malfoy muttered ‘prude’ under his breath before continuing. “For example Lucius sat me down at 14 in the lounge room and had one of his little whores show me what sex was. It wasn’t exactly what you would call a great after-dinner icebreaker, and it certainly wasn’t great parenting but it did the job.”
“Draco my parents are dead and my uncle and aunt weren’t exactly forth coming with parental advice.” Malfoy nodded in apology to Harry who it seemed was sad at the topic of his parents being brought up.
“Ok understand, the only reason I’m doing this is because I shudder to think that if by a miracle you and my godfather actually get it on, I would hate to think that you’d be asking him that same question at an inappropriate moment.” Harry squirmed at the mere thought of embarrassing himself so horribly in front of Snape, and nodded in agreement as Draco leant forward to whisper to him. It wouldn’t do for anyone in the dorm to hear what Draco and Harry were discussing.
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Harry left Slytherin’s 6th year boys dormitory over an hour later a little shaken but certainly a lot wiser…
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
(Chaser)
“Where are you going this Christmas Potter?” Harry lay on Draco’s bed staring up at the canopy. It was the last day of term and having just finished his last exam the day before was still feeling exhausted from his study. The success of all the extra study would still remain to be seen until after the holidays but Harry was confident he’d done well, or least better than previous years. It felt strange leaving Hogwarts for Christmas, for the past five years he’d spent his holidays here and he wondered what it would be like with Sirius.
“Can’t tell you. Sorry.” Draco was sitting on the floor sorting out his trunk ready for the holiday. Draco nodded in understanding, both boys having come to an understanding that some things they just couldn’t discuss with each other due to the nature of their arrangement. “What about you?” Harry rolled over onto his side and leant over the side of the bed to watch as Draco squashed a few pairs of socks into the already over stuffed trunk.
“Home as usual. Lucius won’t be there thank god, he’s gone on business somewhere up north.” Harry smiled sympathetically at Draco, for a boy who supposedly had everything, had in fact, very little. Wealth couldn’t buy everything it seemed.
“Pity you can’t stay here with Snape.” Draco stood up from the floor and with a flick of his wand sealed the straining trunk shut with an audible click. Satisfied that his trunk was packed ready for the train back to London tomorrow Draco sat down on his bed next to Harry.
“Nah you get sick of this place after a while, besides Malfoy’s don’t do holidays at Hogwarts.” Pushing Harry across the bed Draco lay down beside him, both boys staring up at the emerald green canopy above them.
“You know I’m surprised Lucius hasn’t got wind of you and I hanging out. I mean someone here’s bound to have written to their parents about it and you know yourself how fast news travels.” Harry tucked his arms behind his head as he glanced across at the blonde who was kicking his shoes and socks off.
“Yeah he already knows, wrote to Snape asking about it a few months back, sent me a howler too.” Draco shrugged his shoulders carelessly as Harry looked at him in concern. “Snape just fed him some bullshit about you trying to kill me in Quidditch, and that I’d decided to be more helpful to the dark lord by trying to get close to you in order to find out information.”
“And Lucius brought that?” Harry looked incredulously across at Draco who smiled and laughed out loud.
“Yeah stupid fuck, he’s definitely two brooms short of a Quidditch team.” Harry laughed at this too before they both fell into companionable silence again.
For the past two weeks Draco had been feeding Harry everything he knew about Snape, from stuff about his parents to his likes and dislikes. Harry had found it all fascinating and with each new piece of information Harry had come to see Snape for the normal wizard he was beneath the grouchy potions professor persona he portrayed. While nothing substantial had happened Harry had begun to formulate little plans in order to see if Snape had any interest in him. Not that he would be able to put any of them into practice until after Christmas but it was a start. The biggest change in the past two weeks was that with Draco and Snape’s combined help in occlumency he was finally getting the hang of it. It had helped too that smoking one of Draco’s joint cleared his mind far easier than stupid meditation as Snape had suggested.
“Draco?” Harry mused silently to himself over the past few months his mind finally settling on the image of Snape sitting in the stands watching him practice Quidditch. The image seemed surreal and the only reason Harry hadn’t mentioned it until now was that he still wasn’t sure if it had been Snape at all, or it had been a figment of his imagination. “A couple of months ago I think Snape was watching me practice Quidditch.” Harry trailed off his gaze still on the green canopy above him as he thought hard about the image.
“Really? He must have been really depressed.” It took a moment for Harry to realise what Draco had just said and he sat up quickly to glance at the boy next to him.
“Why do you say that?” Draco closed his eyes and sighed as he relaxed back in the bed seemingly unperturbed by Harry’s concern.
“He only ever watches Quidditch practice when he’s either been at a really bad death eater meeting or Dumbledore’s manipulated him into doing something he doesn’t want to again.” Draco cleared his throat and tucked his arms behind his head.
“How do you know that?” Harry asked again as he lay back down beside Draco as he realised the blonde boy had no intention of opening his eyes as he spoke.
“Just do I guess?” Malfoy shrugged his shoulders again this time shifting the bed a little in the process. “Before the Ministry found out about him being a death eater and froze all his assets, I used to stay with him at his families mansion in Wales. Sometimes when he came home from a meeting with Voldomort he’d go out flying, stress relief I think. Since he can’t exactly fly while teaching at school without ruining his cover he does the next best thing to actually flying and that’s watching other people fly.” Draco paused this time frowning a little as he continued. “Although he only ever usually comes to Slytherin’s practices, which is a little strange.”
“I didn’t know he could fly?” Harry sounded so clueless and Draco snorted in amusement in his usual way having been witness to Potter’s stupidity.
“Oh come on Harry, he was a student here at Hogwarts once too, of course he can fly. Apparently he was a pretty good chaser, or so Lucius reckons.” Once again the pair of them fell into silence Harry mulling over the new information about Snape’s life. For a long time the pair of them just lay there in silence listening to the sounds of the other Slytherin’s in the common room. A niggling question popped into Harry’s mind as he thought about Snape. It was a question Harry wasn’t sure he should ask Draco but if he didn’t then it would keep bugging him. There was no way Harry would ask this question of Ron and certainly not Hermione, there was the possibility of waiting till he got to Grimmauld place and asking Sirius or Lupin but he wasn’t sure he wanted his godfather and friend knowing that sort of thing about him and considering he’d never talked to anyone about such things ever, Draco was the likely candidate. Steeling his nerves and pushing down his worry Harry braced himself as he spoke.
“Draco, how do two……” Harry faltered and cursed himself as he stuttered. Taking a deep breath Harry tried again. “How do two men…. you know…. do it.” Harry blushed in embarrassment as Draco sat up sharply and turned to stare down at Potter in disbelief.
“You are kidding me aren’t you Potter?” Draco continued to stare down at Harry, who immediately became defensive as his embarrassment gave way to anger. It had been a bad idea obviously asking Malfoy.
“It doesn’t matter.” Harry went to get up from Malfoy’s bed but Draco’s hand on his shoulder pulled him back down, shortly before Draco spelled the curtains around his bed to close. It was dark inside the closed curtains of the bed and Draco flicked his wand into flame so they could see each other. Harry was sure Draco looked positively evil in such dim lighting but didn’t comment as the blonde boy sat cross-legged in front of Harry.
“I can’t believe you’ve never had the ‘talk’.” Draco emphasised his statement with sarcastic quotation marks before rolling his eyes at the way Harry looked at him blankly. “It’s where your parents sit you down and tell you all about sex, women, wanking and what’s considered normal teenage behaviour.” Harry’s blush deepened and Malfoy muttered ‘prude’ under his breath before continuing. “For example Lucius sat me down at 14 in the lounge room and had one of his little whores show me what sex was. It wasn’t exactly what you would call a great after-dinner icebreaker, and it certainly wasn’t great parenting but it did the job.”
“Draco my parents are dead and my uncle and aunt weren’t exactly forth coming with parental advice.” Malfoy nodded in apology to Harry who it seemed was sad at the topic of his parents being brought up.
“Ok understand, the only reason I’m doing this is because I shudder to think that if by a miracle you and my godfather actually get it on, I would hate to think that you’d be asking him that same question at an inappropriate moment.” Harry squirmed at the mere thought of embarrassing himself so horribly in front of Snape, and nodded in agreement as Draco leant forward to whisper to him. It wouldn’t do for anyone in the dorm to hear what Draco and Harry were discussing.
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Harry left Slytherin’s 6th year boys dormitory over an hour later a little shaken but certainly a lot wiser…
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>